Author: TheSiner
Title: Another Cinderella Story
Genre: Romance, Drama and some attempted humour :)
Pairing: Harry/Draco (main)
Summary: HP/DM, AU, no magic. Modern day Cinderella story (loosely based on). Staring: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. This is a story about fairy-tale-like love from the first sight, something which I believe happens only in fairy tales.
Rating: it's not too bad
Disclaimer: These characters are not my own and belong to J.K. Rowling and affiliates.
Warnings: slash (duh!), OOC, A/U, non-canon, swearing, not betaedited.
Chapter TenHarry was lying awake looking at the man sleeping next to him and wondering… well, he was wondering about a lot of things. The boy wouldn't call his life very un-complicated at the moment, so there was a lot to think about.
For one, he had just slept with his best friend, his first real friend, someone who was more of a brother to him than anything else. It had been good enough, maybe a bit rushed, but not in a bad way. Ron was a good looking man. Tall and strong, unlike Harry. It was no surprise, Molly fed all of her children after all. But Ron's look didn't matter anyway. At least not to Harry.
The teenager wondered if he should feel guilty, if it had been a mistake. It didn't exactly felt like a mistake. It depended on what Ron was going to think after he woke up and had a chance to think about it. Harry had no idea. He had warned the red-head that he was being used, but was not sure if Ron had understood in the heat of the moment.
Harry also wondered if he was a slut now. But why would he care? For once in his life Harry had taken what he wanted without thinking about consequences. If someone wanted to take the moral high ground and point a finger at him, they were welcome to it. What mattered now was if Ron hated him, it was no one else's business. It was just that all the time he could see in his mind aunt Petunia pointing her bony finger at him and calling him bad names. She had always been good at taking the moral high ground.
Sod, her! It's not like Harry had ever received any kind of reward for being a good boy. He smiled bitterly. He had done everything Dursleys had asked of him and they hadn't liked their nephew for that any better. They had even received money for keeping him and still treated the boy like some unbearable burden. And he had given Draco everything and, look, how far it had gotten him.
If Ron wanted to turn against him now, he was welcome, it was his choice Harry didn't care that much anymore, he was not going to allow people walk over himself again and he was not going to comply with their every wish just to be liked better. He didn't believe that it was possible to earn anyone's love that way, not any longer. They loved you or they didn't.
Well, but they had to get up, because no matter what, none of them wanted Molly discovering them like this – stark naked and way too cosy on Harry's bed. This was between Ron and Harry only. Making it more complicated was not going to do anyone any good.
Harry nudged Ron in the shoulder: "Ronnie! Wake up; it's time to go to school." He joked.
"'ive more 'inutes Mom," the red-head grumbled and Harry snickered surprised that it had actually worked.
The boy smirked, feeling wicked he leaned over and lightly bit on Ron's nipple.
The baby blue eyes shot open immediately.
"I don't really like you confusing me with your Mum, Ron, that's as disturbing as it can get," the boy teased, his green eyes full of mirth.
"Prat," Ron chuckled and Harry grinned.
Then Ron suddenly grew serious: "Harry… this…"
The dark-hired youth sighed: "I love you, Ron, but only as a friend and, anyway, I don't think that I could love anyone that way at the moment. But what happened… it was what it was. I don't want to make a mess of everything or ruin our friendship, I didn't mind, you didn't mind, I warned you that… are you angry with me now? Do you hate me, Ron?"
Ron cupped one of Harry's cheeks in his large, warm hand and looked the other boy in the eye: "Don't fret. I knew what I was doing, better than you probably; I am not the one who had recently…" He didn't want to finish the sentence; he didn't want to talk about Malfoy now. "I don't regret what we did. I never actually lusted after any guys before, but then came you and I must admit that I was a bit obsessed, can't even explain, you are just so… It was different, but not in a bad way… If you are afraid that I will demand that you swear me eternal love, don't worry Harry, I won't. Sure, you are the prettiest boy I have ever seen…"
Harry made a face and Ron laughed: "Ok, the most handsome! We re too young to be serious about it anyway, I am glad if I helped you feel better."
Harry smiled and flung his arms round his best friend's neck and kissed him soundly on lips not exactly the way one kissed a friend: "You are a great friend, Ron!"
"A friend with benefits, Harry, I have always wanted to have one… I think. You know, sounded kind of cool," Ron corrected and they both laughed.
"And Harry, I didn't want to sound like I got what I wanted from you and… but…"
"…but you got what you wanted and it was enough? " Harry finished for him. "Don't worry. We both got what we wanted and we are still good friends."
Ron smiled, relieved.
"But now we should clean up before Mum and Ginny come home, I don't think they would understand," the red head started getting out of bed.
They took another shower together and agreed that whatever happened between them it was to stay between them. They didn't want anyone to make a big deal out of it which would certainly happen if any of the Weasleys found out. Besides Harry hadn't even told his godfather that he was gay.
When Molly and Ginny returned both boys were sitting by the kitchen table, sipping tea and looking absolutely innocent.
Mrs Weasley was delighted that Harry was looking and feeling that well and instantly offered to cook him whatever her 'adopted' son wanted.
"So," Ginny had sat down with a mug of her own. "Are you going to tell us what the last three days were about?"
Harry was instantly reminded that the pain was still there… but he swallowed the lump which had stuck in his throat and took a deep breath. The boy had decided to come clean at least partially. This was his family besides e had to know if they really meant it, if they were going to love him no matter what, like a real family should. He had decided to stop being afraid of everything and take the risk.
"I just broke up with my…mm, boyfriend," he chocked out and the blush on his face could put the Weasley hair to shame.
Ginny's eyebrows shot to her hairline and Molly dropped the spatula. Ron sipped on his tea and tried not to snicker.
"Who in their right mind would let you go!" Ginny was the first one to recover when the silence in the kitchen started to stretch out for a bit too long.
Molly walked over to the table and sat down next to the boy who had become one of her own. Harry had obviously surprised her a bit there, but… "Oh, Harry, I am terribly sorry," she patted the boy's arm. "Loosing your first love hurts a lot, but, don't worry, time heals everything. Especially when one is as young as you. I remember when I was your age, there was this boy..." her voice had become dreamy. "Stewart, Stewart Bradley… "
"Mom!" Ron moaned.
Molly huffed and murmured something about young people thinking that they were the ones who invented romance…
Harry smiled at her, oh, how he wanted to believe that, believe that it had been just a crush, a fling, but… there had been something between him and Draco, something he could hardly explain, but breaking that something… it had been unforgivable and unforgettable.
"So, you are, Ok, with me being… gay?" Harry asked.
"I think it's great!" Ginny exclaimed. "I will have someone to talk to about boys at home!"
Harry winced. The fact that he did boys didn't mean he wanted to talk about them. In his mind he could already see them leafing through the magazines and gushing over Justin Timberlake. Oh, no…
This time Ron did snicker. It was written all over his best friends face what he thought of Ginny's idea.
"I am a little surprised, of course," Molly admitted. "But I think that it's more that I… I didn't really think about it, you are such a sweet, little boy, but I guess you are seventeen already… and I was not that much older when I first met Arthur…"
So Mrs. Wesley was actually more upset about the fact that Harry was dating someone than the fact that 'the someone' was male.
"So, who was he?" Ginny's eyes were glistening with curiosity.
"A real bastard," Ron ground out. His fists still has plans with Malfoy's mug.
"I really… I am not ready to talk about it, it's over," Harry's voice was small, but it didn't break. He had promised to be strong.
"Leave the poor boy alone Ginerva," Molly chided and poured everyone some more tea.
Harry was relieved that it had gone that well. Maybe he had a real family after all.
Harry was impatiently waiting for his godfather and Mr. Lupin to return. It was obvious that they haven't discussed everything before the boy had become too tired and fallen asleep and it had been a lot to take in anyway. The story of Sirius's life for example. He could hardly believe it. But the two men didn't look like they were having him on.
And what else had they said? That Harry's parents had been rich? Petunia had loved to tell Harry what a miserable excuse of human being he was and that he was probably going to turn out the same way his parents had been – a pair of useless drunks living on benefits, leeching off decent people the same way Harry was leeching of them. It had been one of her favourite lines!
And Harry had accepted it. He had endured their treatment and worked as hard as he could, he had done all the cooking and cleaning and gardening to repay them and… Harry was beyond furious if it was true that they were receiving money for raising him.
But no matter what, the teenager had a feeling that his life was going to change very soon.
When Sirius and Remus returned Harry was already waiting for them in the kitchen. He saw a fancy, black car stopping by the house and both men climbing out from the back. Did they have a personal driver or something? Was Sirius rich as well?
"Harry!" Sirius beamed when his godson opened the door. "You look much better today! Are you sure that you have recovered already?"
The boy looked at the both men with obvious confusion.
"Mrs. Weasley told us you were unwell," Remus explained, looking at the boy with worry.
Harry's cheeks flushed: "I was unwell, but not really ill. It was not like cold or something."
Now it was Remus' and Sirius' turn to be confused.
Harry beckoned the men to come in and sit down: "I guess if you are my godfather I should be telling you things, right?"
"Of course, that is why I am your godfather, to be your father when he can't be there for you… well you know… we are family now and even if I was not here, I was always thinking about you Harry, you were the one of the things that helped me to make it. I hoped to see you again one day. Of course you can tell me everything, no, you absolutely must tell me everything, there are so many things I don't know about you. Hell, there are even more things you don't know about me. We have a lot of catching up to do!"
Harry was really touched, he still couldn't believe that Sirius was real and was going to stay, but he slowly started to.
"I was depressed," Harry admitted. "I broke up with someone I was seeing."
"Ah," Sirius drawled. "The first love and the first heart break can be a bit hard on you."
Harry smiled. He could see that Sirius the same as Molly still thought that he was a child and didn't take it seriously. They wouldn't understand, not completely. The all consuming longing and sense of loss he was feeling… and not even that. He couldn't explain the connection he had with Draco himself. Draco had seemed perfect to him… for him.
"Don't worry kid," Sirius smiled encouragingly. "There are a lot of other fish in the sea. Her loss."
"His," Harry corrected holding his breath.
"Sorry?"
"I think Harry said 'his'," Remus put in helpfully.
Sirius fixed his light blue eyes on Harry: "You're queer?"
Was he angry? "Um, yes," the boy admitted. "Are you angry?"
Remus chuckled.
Sirius glared at the other man and looked back at Harry: "Well, that would be very hypocritical of me." The corners of his mouth were twitching.
Harry's eyes widened. "You two… are you…" he gestured at Remus and his godfather.
"No! God forbid!" Remus protested, laughing.
"Hey!" Sirius hit him on the arm. "No need to be insulting! No, Harry, we are just friends, of course there was that one time when…" Remus' cheeks started rapidly changing colour and Sirius chuckled. "Remi wanted to know if he had any inclinations towards the sterner sex and he has not."
"Sirius!" Remus chided. "You shouldn't tell Harry such things!"
"I shouldn't be telling him such things about his father, but you are a fair game," the dark-haired man grinned.
"I could retaliate," Remus threatened.
"Be my guest! It wouldn't do to brag about my exploits, but if a friend told young Harry about them…"
"Ignore, Sirius, he has no shame," Remus addressed Harry looking somewhere between being annoyed and amused.
"It's alright," Harry smiled happily. He liked Remus and Sirius very much; he wouldn't mind having them in his life at all.
"So, Harry," Sirius continued. "If you have any questions about anything, you know, even the ones you don't want to ask… you can always come to me, alright? I could teach you some very good tricks," he leered.
Remus looked scandalized. He was a teacher after all and couldn't condone corrupting children in good conscience.
"Thank you, I appreciate that," Harry fought to keep his smile on. He was sure that it was little too late for uncomfortable kind of questions. After sleeping with Draco Malfoy for last… God, he realised that it had only been a couple of months, but it seemed like years, it really had seemed as if they were already together forever… or it was like that only for Harry… Who knew how little the whole affair had meant to Draco? But the fact was that he doubted that there was much he didn't know about sex.
"..but we have much more serious matters we need to discuss," Remus Lupin's voice made Harry return to reality.
"Like your inheritance Harry and your parents," Lupin explained when the boy sent him a blank look.
"And what about it? What about them?"
"The thing is that you are going to receive a lot of money and some other stuff when you turn eighteen Harry," Sirius started. "But there might be problems. The kind of problems I would like to shield you from."
Harry wanted to laugh; no one has wanted to shield him from anything, ever. Well, before the Weasleys at least. And a lot of money?
"Aren't there things one can't be sheltered from?" The boy asked then.
"I don't know Harry, I don't know," Sirius rubbed his forehead tiredly. "I just don't want to drag you into everything. I want you to be happy and safe, kid."
"How about you tell me everything and then let me choose for myself" Harry suggested.
Sirius looked doubtful, but Remus spoke up: "Sirius, I think we are already involved n whatever it is that is going on. Which you haven't completely explained to me either, by the way. Stop being elusive and tell us everything for once. Harry is right, give us facts and let us make an informed decision."
"Alright," Sirius raised his hands in mock surrender. "I just wanted to put it off. Well, you see… whoever did what they did to me and whoever killed James and Lily, I want them to pay." He ground out with fierce determination.
"What?" Remus looked astonished. "What do you mean, killed James and Lily?"
"Really, Remi," Sirius rolled his eyes. "That car crash which killed Lily and James and almost got Harry too was not an accident and you know it as well as me."
Remus shifted apparently uncomfortable, glancing at Harry: "Sirius, not in front of Harry! And we know nothing for sure!"
"No, go ahead, Sirius, I want to know," in fact, Harry was not sure if he really wanted to know, but he certainly had to know the truth.
"Harry, your father and I, we both inherited our family fortunes. James was still in the school when his father died, I was just out of school. And suddenly we had all that money and not only the money – there were also shares and loans, investments. So we both started sorting out all of it. It is not so simple when you are rich, especially if you are coming from old money. It can be complicated to find out where exactly it's coming from and where it is going to. James was better at the whole finances thing, besides there were some companies we both had invested in, so he was kind of in charge of everything. I was in the France that day, on holiday with my… well, it doesn't matter with whom anymore, right?" Who could blame Sirius for feeling bitter because of everything he had lost.
"Well, James called me. He was very upset, told me that it was not something we should discuss on the phone, but James had found something he didn't like at all. That was the last time we talked. The next day Remus called me and told me that James and Lily were dead and you, Harry, hardly made it. I was getting ready to return home next morning, had my bags packed and everything. Had a drink, went to bed, but when I woke up… Imagine my surprise to wake up in some small, dingy box of a room thousands of miles away from the place where I fell asleep. I think it is obvious," Sirius concluded looking at his friend and godson. "Whoever it was took care of James and me because of what Jamie found out."
"You cannot know that," Remus sounded frustrated.
"Oh," Sirius chirped. "If you have a better idea, you are welcome to share."
"No, but…"
"Do you suspect anyone," Harry suddenly interrupted their bickering.
"Kind of," Sirius admitted. "You see, it turns out that officially I am not dead even if I have been gone for years. One would think that the people who stuck me in that hell hole wanted the world to think that I was dead, but obviously they didn't, because the official version is that I am travelling around the world, trying to find myself or something while one of my kind relatives are managing my money and other properties. I think whoever is pulling her strings is responsible for everything that happened."
Harry's head was spinning. A couple of days ago he had been just an orphan who thought that the worst thing that could happen with him was Draco Malfoy. But now… he was suddenly in the middle of some strange conspiracy if Sirius Black was not some lunatic… but somehow Harry doubted that. And his parents, they were not dead because of drunken driving, but because someone had murdered them.
"And now you want to go after them?" It was obvious from his tone what Remus thought about it. "And pull Harry into it."
"Damn it, Remus," Sirius swore. "He has to know! They were his parents!"
Harry couldn't agree more: "Sirius is right. If someone killed my mum and dad…"
"Don't you see!" Remus raised his voice. "If they killed Lily and James, they could easily kill you as well!"
"I won't let them, Remi," Sirius declared serenely.
"How, when you will be dead as well?" The other man returned.
"They don't know where I am yet, but you have a point, they will most likely try to hunt me down," Sirius admitted. "But the thing is Remus that I don't believe they will leave Harry alone now when I am free. Even if I hadn't tried to contact you, Harry, those guys would be looking for you, just because I would be looking for you. Probably they are on your trail already. It certainly helps that you are not living with your relatives anymore, we had to threaten them to find out about your school and from there we found out that you were staying with the Weasleys. But really – anyone could do that. And even if they thought that I hadn't contacted you, I am not sure if they would let you be, those people mean business Harry."
"God, you are right," Remus exclaimed. "I didn't think about that."
"I am sorry, Harry," Sirius shook his head. "I just don't think we can bury our heads ostrich-like in the sand and pretend that everything is alright. We can wait until they have us in the corner and we have no choice but fight or we can pick our own battles, believe me, it gives you an advantage,"
Remus looked at his friend with pity; it was obvious that the man was speaking from experience, he was sorry that someone who had obviously once been so carefree and have loved life so much had been forced to go through all of that.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," Harry spoke up. "You don't believe that I could hide from my past forever, right?"
Sirius shook his head. He didn't. He believed that whatever happened, Harry was going to be in danger sooner or later and it would be better if the boy was not alone facing it. sure, he had been left alone as a baby, but now no one could guarantee that someone didn't try to hurt the boy.
"Then it is better that I know what is happening," Harry concluded. "But what now?"
"Now we will have to go into hiding until you reach your eighteen, brat," Sirius announced joyfully and Harry had an impulse to move the sugar-bowl out of his reach. Was any English man supposed to be so…
"Hiding, where?" Remus inquired suspiciously.
"Russia,"
"What?" Remus and Harry both exclaimed.
"We don't have money, we don't have anything in fact," Sirius reasoned. "I am planning to stay 'in exile' until Harry is eighteen and receives his inheritance, because if something happens to me I want him to have at least something. Money can buy safety if it comes to that. Besides if he is an adult – it makes a lot of things easier, no one can take control over him through the Dursleys or in any other way. But until then we have nothing much to work with."
"Why Russia, Sirius?" The man still hadn't gotten to the point.
"I mentioned my 'friend' didn't I?" Sirius suddenly found the checked tablecloth very interesting. "Well he is going to help us."
"So it is the kind of 'friend'…" Remus looked like he didn't quite want to finish, as he glanced at Harry.
"You and him are…" it was fairly obvious even to Harry.
"Hm, yeah…" Sirius had a decency to blush.
But Remus suddenly looked livid: "Don't tell me that you are trading…"
"No! Of course not! I am not trading anything!" The dark-hired man protested vehemently. "It is not like that, Remus. Well, yes, I owe him and he owes me, but we are very... And it is nothing for you to worry about anyway. Listen, Misha will hide and protect us, we can trust him. As soon as we are ready there is a private jet waiting for us. And I think we must hurry, before someone finds us."
"We don't have much choice do we?" Remus finalised still looking doubtful and determined to do more questioning as soon as they were alone.
Harry silently agreed.
The hardest part was telling the Weasleys. There was no way they could tell everything, but just packing bags and leaving was also out of question. Harry would never accept that. Besides they had to be warned. The fact that the boy had stayed with the family for so long could put them in danger.
Maybe he was making a mistake, but Harry decided to tell Ron everything except where they were going. Later when Ron came home from playing football with Dean, Seamus and some other friends, Harry dragged the red-head into his room told him about his parents and Sirius and other things as well as he could.
What really made Ron upset was not that being close to Harry could be possibly dangerous, but the fact that the boy was leaving. Harry didn't particularly want to leave… he promised Ron to return after his birthday and kissed him and then they made the most of the time left before Ginny and Molly returned from visiting some aunt Mariel or Muriel or what was her name.
While taking a shower, Harry decided that maybe it was for the better that he was leaving, because even if it was not exactly wrong that he and Ron were shagging, it was not right either. Yes, they were both consenting adults and both knew what they were getting into and Ron knew what Harry was feeling or what he wasn't. But sooner or later it was going to cause problems and Harry didn't want to ruin the first real friendship he had ever had.
Besides he wanted to get away. To go somewhere far, far away where everything didn't remind him of Draco Malfoy. Where he wouldn't have to risk running into the blonde on campus. Sure, Harry didn't really like the idea of abandoning his studies, but he would be able to return to them after coming back, wouldn't he? And if there was inheritance, Harry would be able to give up the scholarship so it would go to someone who really needed the money and pay for his studies with what his parents had left him.
Later that night Remus and Sirius returned and all together they announced Harry's unavoidable departure. They had planned to be as evasive as possible, but in the end seeing tears in Molly's eyes they relieved more than they had intended to. That there were people who might try to hurt Harry and Sirius was taking him to somewhere safe. Sirius warned the Weasleys not to mention Harry if they didn't have to and if someone asked to tell that he was just a boy who had been living with them, renting a room, and then suddenly left without giving a reason or telling anyone where he was going.
Molly called the twins who arrived straight away and Ron invited Hermione. They stayed up late that night talking and saying goodbyes. But the next when they were about to get into the car Harry still didn't felt like he had managed to say proper enough 'goodbye'. Well obviously nothing they could tell each other would change the fact that Harry was going to miss his foster family and first friends.
But the weirdest thing about everything was not even that no one checked their passports in the small, private airport from which the plane was going to take off. That somehow didn't surprise the boy too much. What made Harry uneasy was the fact that he felt like he hadn't said all the goodbyes he was supposed to say. Draco. Draco didn't know that he was leaving. He knew that Draco probably didn't care where he was or what he was doing. They were over and… but a part of him wanted to… what?
Nothing. He owed Draco Malfoy nothing. Even if he couldn't quite stop thinking about him yet.
Harry had never been even close to a plane or outside London. And now he was on a private jet which was about to land somewhere near Moscow, Russia. And he had a godfather. What else was going to change in his life? Harry didn't even want to contemplate that. It was crazy. To himself the boy contemplated that everything had started with that fateful day when Dudley had decided that his cousin had to pretend to be his date for the night. It seemed like something that had happened years ago. And the last three months alone were worth three years.
Harry had not told his father's friends his story yet. They definitely suspected something about Dursleys, about how bad they had been. But obviously were giving the teenager time or something like that. Harry was not sure if he wanted to unburden himself. He was not used to sharing his feelings with others. He had never had anyone to share with.
Maybe in time, when he would get to know both men better.
Remus appeared to be as wary about everything as Harry. He didn't know people who they were going to trust with their safety for about six months. Sirius as usually was perfectly cheerful. It started to worry Harry, because he didn't know his Godfather well enough to know if Sirius' optimism was founded or not. He had never truly risked with anything, but then… the boy realised that it was actually alright with him. Even if he had never had a chance to be brave before – Harry didn't feel like coward, he was ready to face what was coming.
Harry was reading a magazine, because there was nothing to see outside, since they were flying above the clouds for a while. At first he had been fascinated with heaps of clouds like an endless, fluffy blanket, sun shining over everything. The sight had been fascinating for a boy who had never flown before. But after some time he had gotten tired and switched to reading.
"We are almost there! Buckle your seat belts!" Very hyper Sirius suddenly returned them and flopped down in the chair next to Harry.
The boy started frantically chewing the gum to somehow lessen the pressure on his ears.
"Which airport we are landing?" Remus inquired leafing through a tourist guide.
"It's not in there," Sirius replied. "Small, private, anonymous… you know the drill."
"Yes, of course," the reproach was obvious.
"Listen," Sirius glared at his friend. "You knew what you were getting into…"
"I am sorry," the brown eyes turned apologetic. "I know. I am just worried."
"I know," Sirius grinned and turned to Harry. "Mr. pedantic Schoolteacher just likes to be in control of everything. He's been like that since school. Me and James and," it seemed like the man stopped before saying something. "Me and James used to get into all kinds of trouble and Remus tried to talk us out of it all the time. Never succeeded, though!"
"I just like to know what is happening," Remus huffed, ignoring the remark about his character.
Harry decided that his father's best friends were two very different people who luckily levelled each other instead of clashing.
First impression of Russia was cold. Damn cold! When the boy stepped on the ramp cold air enveloped him and what he saw around was only white. He had seen snow before. It was sometimes snowing in London, but very rarely and the snow of Eastern Europe was different anyway. It was all around them, since the 'private airport' was obviously nothing more than a lane in the middle of… somewhere in front of some grey hangar which was probably where they kept the airplanes.
The rest was fields and woods drowning in snow. Like a winter wonder land.
He shuddered. Could it be any colder? And the boy almost fell on his arse as he stepped off the ramp. Luckily Sirius was right behind him and caught his godson.
"Easy, here," he laughed.
What attracted Harry's attention then were three large, black cars and large men, who were also wearing black, in front of them and then coming their way. Sirius let go of Harry who was actually shivering then and rushed in their direction.
TBC
AN: Finally a new chapter! Thank you guys who are reviewing, I really need the encouragement.
To everyone: So, what do you think about this? Am I making the story too complicated? I hope it isn't getting boring or whatever might be wrong. Tell me, please.
I am a slow writer, but the next chapter is almost ready to post, so you will not have to wait too long. I just need to polish it up and I want to see the responses to this one first.
Why I am taking so much time? – Terrible, but it's just my style. First I write something, then I read it and edit it, then I suddenly become very sure that the story is absolutely ridiculous and not good for anything. Then if I got inspiration I go and write one of my other stories or look for something good to read. After some time I finally return to the story and see it with new eyes and decide that it's kind of alright and have a lot of ideas. Then I reread and edit the chapter once more, post it and sloppily write another one and the cycle begins again.
Harry Draco Malfoy: I haven't red 'reaching for the rainbow', but when I imagine the three of them in bed… the picture I am getting is more funny than hot. Like three of them sleeping with Harry in the middle watching both carefully so that they don't do something bad to each other, Ron and Draco fighting about who would be on the top, all the bickering and jabs… and one day Harry announcing that he is leaving them for Severus Snape. I will check out that story, but I don't think the Draco of my story will ever go for anything like that. Only over his dead body – and sorry, I am not into such thing and not going to write it! Cheers!
Cuteandnice: yeah, caught me, fluffy things sneak into my fics once in a while. But Draco's decision was not that sudden, he was looking for an excuse to ruin his relationship since it started; only Harry was very patient and never demanding and there was no reason to break up. And Draco is so full of himself and so stubborn that when Harry asked him why was he with another woman the blondie lost his temper and refused to explain anything. Draco is just an ass with a lot of issues.
Tilly-Tally-Tease: Ron knew he was being used and Harry was on a rebound. And, yes, I have plans for Sirius. I am afraid that this story will be very long.
Innocent Eyes 931: You guessed right. Harry will have other people in his life and who can imagine Draco taking that well? Not me. At this point the story is kind of only starting.